Guess where I was on December 26 (along with half the other children in town)? Yago was running toward the minivan door when suddenly he tripped. He fell face-first into the van door, and since the door was open he fell right onto a bolt. Here he is post-stitches. He just sat there like a…
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That I didn’t pull out my camera today. The phone call that everybody hates to get: “Can you come home? All of your toilets are backing up water and dirty stuff is coming out of the toilet…” Are you kidding me? I have a houseguest coming Thursday, a birthday party for Yago on Sunday, and…
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